Dead Men Tale No Tales [Lucian]

The phone rang while Wesley tried to muffle the sound with the pillow. But the vibration did not stop, no matter how quiet he could make it. "Hello?" a tired voice asked in the darkness. The phone was pressed tight to his cheek and his eyes were barely awake. The hour, which he could see brightly displayed on the alarm clock was 02:30. Two thirty in the damn morning. What kind of person calls that early? A dark and deep voice came over the phone like a gentle whisper.

"Crossroads. Fifteen minutes. Come alone."

Wesley said nothing, but turned off the call and rolled himself from the bed. He threw on some clothes, his jeans and a white tee. He walked to the closet and grabbed a flannel shirt for the chilly autumn night. He could hear the wind attacking the walls of their home viciously. He tried to get his boots on in the laziest of ways, but it did not work. The boot feel off his foot and landed on the other one, forcing him to be awake from the amount of pain he felt. He breathed heavily, trying not to wake Loch from his deep sleep. The last thing he would want was trying to explain to Loch that he had to meet a special guest in a secret location at two in the morning. He was finally ready, grabbed his guns, looked at them both, then tucked one into the band of his pants. He didn't know what to expect and honestly, he did not completely trust his honored guest. He walked out of his room and softly closed the door behind him. He walked through the house, tripping over the coffee table in the dark, but clasped his hands over his mouth before he could make a sound. He closed his eyes in pain and soon slipped out of the house. He looked to the military vehicle in the drive way and then to the bike resting against the garage. He decided to take the lesser of the two in noise. As he mounted the bike, his feet stuck hard to the pedals and started pumping his legs. As he moved through the early morning, he could barely see with the exception of the street lights. Once he got into the forest, the darkness seemed to cloud over him. He could only see before him from the moonlight.

As he made his way to the Crossroads, he could feel the wind picking up as the trees started to fade from the area. It was weird, there was like a chilling presence around him. The cold winds slid up the back of his shirts and stuck to his pale skin. He shivered and soon came to a stop. He looked around in the darkness, trying to find his guest. Straight ahead on the tracks of the deserted area, he thought he saw a form walking towards him. So what did he do? Wesley started to walk forward, while a single hand reached behind his back and grabbed hold of the pistol grip of his gun. He took a deep breath and called out to the darkness, "Lucian, show yourself!"

As he hung up his phone, he tucked it into the pocket of his leather jacket. Lately, the Alpha male had taken a liking to this fashion style once more. The fifty's had been a good time to be alive. The greaser life was one to be proud of. It was tough, but being a werewolf had its advantages. Every human he killed, he got a free can of grease for his luscious locks. But tonight he did not dawn the hair grease, instead it was only the jacket. Sadly, Wesley would not get a chance to see his style. The poor human was about to be in a world of hurt. But unlike the manner Wesley killed Diallo, Lucian was going to make it a game, a fun little thing for him to do. It had been a long time since he had killed a human, trying to keep his whereabouts away from the eyes of man. But tonight he would kill the only living person, other than himself, who knew his darkest secret. If the human wished to be a blabber mouth, Lucian would never know. He could have told the humans already, but he highly doubted it. If the human wanted Lucian to do anything for him, he would have to keep his trap shut. The only way he could make sure that would happen is by death. Lucian would have to silence him forever. He stood on the tracks, his human form staring into the night as his wolf eyes did the work to see the human approach. He was nowhere close right now, standing downwind from where his prey would enter. He shifted to his primal form, his daunting black figure stood in the darkness, blending in with the world around him. The only portion of him standing out in the night, his bright green orbs. His deathly stare looked to the moon and then to the earth. When the scent of the human crossed his nose, he knew the hunt was beginning. He lunged for the darkness, sitting in the trees as he waited ever so patiently for his guest to be in position. "What are you afraid of, Wesley? I suggest you release your weapon. You will not need it among friends... Remember? We have a pact?"

"Do I really look like a guy with a plan? You know what I am? I’m a dog chasing cars. I wouldn’t know what to do with one if I caught it. You know, I just… do things." - The Joker

The human did not lower his weapon and though he had planned to kill him anyways, this angered him. Did Wesley really think a gun would be able to kill him? It was probably standard issue with standard bullets. Not any sort of bullet would be able to harm him as humans could not afford to create and keep silver ones constantly. The humans were not smarter than him, especially not Wesley. Lucian had been hunting their race since before his ancestors were born. The large brute loomed in the distance, not getting too close. His muscles tensed and softened as he made his way to the human. The shadows of the night shrouded him in an elusive cover of darkness. He stalked the human on all fours as he made his approach. Wesley could not see him, so the weapon and his body swung from side to side, a look of sheer fear splattered across his face. Lucian could smell the fear rolling off his body and his green eyes glared to the prey before him. This kill was going to make up for all the things he wanted to do for so long. Nobody could know his secret, especially not Eden. The only way to make sure a secret could be kept would be to murder the other who knew the issues. Lucian snarled in the darkness, his voice drifting to silence. The human turned scared and afraid, trying to look through the dark to see the predator. Lucian moved so he was behind the human. His tail hung still behind him and his body clung close to the ground, as close as possible. The male would never suspect something so big to be so close to the ground, and he was right. Wesley was scanning around the trees and the tracks ahead. Not looking to the floor around him. Before he could do anything, Lucian lunged and wrapped his jaws around his neck. His claws grabbed onto his form, ripping and tears the flesh as they pierced his skin. He could feel the warm blood seeping over his maw and coat. The screams of the male only forced more aggression from Lucian, and more pain for the human. It was music to his ears. It had been a long time since he had actually hunted down a human and killed him. To make sure the boy was dead, Lucian released him from his jaws and snapped the spine. From the damage created by the massive bite, he was able to rip the boy's head off and toss it to the floor. "Only way to keep a secret is for one person to know of it." Instead of allowing the body to be found, he grabbed the body and slung it over his back, then bent down to grab the head, leaving the area completely. If he had to come back here, he wished it would not be too soon.